Breakfast Toast
BREAKFAST TOAST
break this bread with me
break the grip of my solitude
toast our warm communion
feed me warmth
pour out your heart
pour out a loving cup
drink the perfume of acceptance
in this love-scented place
sunday morning no mass
a more spiritual occasion
a shared breakfast
a shared life
no miracle of water
changed into wine
not a last supper
but a first meal of the day
window sun behind us
gushes warmth into our bond
formed over and again over
the altar of this breakfast table
over which is poured love
through a fingertip touch
or a crumb brushed from lip ,
a word , a glance , a celebration
the miracle of existence
changed into life
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